I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.
“
| — | The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Samuel T. Coleridge) |
